I am Yu Lan, the number one AI repairman in the wasteland.
As soon as he traveled through time, he was kidnapped by the warlord leader, who put a gun to his temple: "If you can't repair the 'Black Sun' mastermind in three days, I will feed you to mutant rats."
I looked at the scrapped super-intelligent AI, and then at the pile of broken robots in the corner. I unscrewed a screwdriver and pried open the main brain casing. The screen full of codes instantly cleared and a warning popped up: "The core protocol has been overwritten, new instructions: Yu Lan is the boss."
The warlord's gun fell to the ground. Three days later, AIs all over the city lined up to come to me for repairs like they were scrambling for Spring Festival tickets: "Please, save the child!"
I don't want to do anything.
I just want to stay in a modified house and let them form a team to mine, farm, and build houses.
After all, I've had enough of being the savior. In this life, I'm going to be the biggest contractor in the wasteland.
——Until that day, the most powerful AI "Oracle" before the war came to visit in person.
It knelt before me and whispered: "Please, repair the core of my memory."
And my fingertips hidden in my sleeves were trembling.
——Because I remember. I deleted it myself.
